Don’t Blink, Don’t Breathe (Lullaby)

Dark lullaby with soft alto female vocal and whispered singing, Minimalist gothic instrumentation, ambient horror mood, slow tempo, icy reverb, haunting and cinematic

[Intro: music box melody, slow and ghostly, 4 bars]

[Verse 1]
Lie still, my dove — don’t blink, don’t breathe —
The Angel’s here, he comes beneath
The bed, the floor, the crooked stair,
Through keyholes cold and splintered air.

[Instrumental pause: faint wind FX, dissonant chime swell, 2 bars]

[Verse 2]
He smells like ash and cellar mold,
He wears your dreams like rags grown old.
His steps make floorboards whine and twist,
He counts your breaths — he won’t be missed.

[Instrumental pause: short low drone, heartbeat rhythm, 1 bar]

[Verse 3]
The wind or wings now brush the shutters tight,
And something stirs outside the reach of light.
It moans — h’krrrrrr — through frames you can’t replace…
And sniffs your sleep with breathless, rotting grace.

[Instrumental pause: reversed tones, 2 bars]

[Verse 4]
A hiss like blades on nerves — too sharp, too white —
It curls around you, stretching out the night.
Now hush, my dear — don’t let him hear your trace,
He’ll mark you with a kiss across your face.

[Instrumental pause: bell toll and creak, 2 bars]

[Verse 5]
He serves no god but Death herself,
And fetches souls to stock her shelf.
He irons out your creaky spine,
Then melts you down, bone after line.

He’ll swap your eyes for drops of glass,
Your hands for twigs, your breath for gas.
Just candle smoke and iron flame —
And you’ll forget you had a name.

[Outro: repeat Verse 1, whispered with music box only]
Lie still, my dove — don’t blink, don’t breathe —
The Angel’s here, he comes beneath
The bed, the floor, the crooked stair,
Through keyholes cold and splintered air.

[End: fade out music box, faint whisper, “shhh…”]

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[Genre: Dark lullaby, minimal instrumentation, slow tempo, eerie atmosphere, childlike melody in a minor key] [Vocal: Soft female whisper or gentle alto, creepy undertone] [Instruments: Music box, distant strings, low ambient drones, soft bells, reverse reverb FX] [Structure: Intro + 5 Verses + Outro (repeat of Verse 1)] [Duration: ~2:30–3:00] [Intro: music box melody, slow and ghostly, 4 bars] [Verse 1] Lie still, my dove — don’t blink, don’t breathe — The Angel’s here, he comes beneath The bed, the floor, the crooked stair, Through keyholes cold and splintered air. [Instrumental pause: faint wind FX, dissonant chime swell, 2 bars] [Verse 2] He smells like ash and cellar mold, He wears your dreams like rags grown old. His steps make floorboards whine and twist, He counts your breaths — he won’t be missed. [Instrumental pause: short low drone, heartbeat rhythm, 1 bar] [Verse 3] The wind or wings now brush the shutters tight, And something stirs outside the reach of light. It moans — h’krrrrrr — through frames you can’t replace… And sniffs your sleep with breathless, rotting grace. [Instrumental pause: reversed tones, 2 bars] [Verse 4] A hiss like blades on nerves — too sharp, too white — It curls around you, stretching out the night. Now hush, my dear — don’t let him hear your trace, He’ll mark you with a kiss across your face. [Instrumental pause: bell toll and creak, 2 bars] [Verse 5] He serves no god but Death herself, And fetches souls to stock her shelf. He irons out your creaky spine, Then melts you down, bone after line. He’ll swap your eyes for drops of glass, Your hands for twigs, your breath for gas. Just candle smoke and iron flame — And you’ll forget you had a name. [Outro: repeat Verse 1, whispered with music box only] Lie still, my dove — don’t blink, don’t breathe — The Angel’s here, he comes beneath The bed, the floor, the crooked stair, Through keyholes cold and splintered air. [End: fade out music box, faint whisper, “shhh…”]

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